Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.